Work lyrics

[Intro]
Band—
Let the band play

[Pre-Chorus]
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This sh*t I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed
I lost my dawg, every day this sh*t hurt
I lost my dawg, every day this sh*t hurt
His voice in my head keep on tellin’ me "Work"

[Chorus]
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these b*tches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain’t trustin' none of these n*ggas at all

[Post-Chorus]
I ran that bag up, f*ck n*gga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this sh*t, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Yeah, I ran that bag up, f*ck n*gga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' these n*ggas, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
[Verse]
Hellcat Durango, no Trackhawk
Hit thе gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, Glizock that n*gga, hands down
Yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna blow this lil’ b*tch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I’m back out, yeah
I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh
n*gga, I still bring them racks out, yeah
n*gga, I still got racks comin’ in
n*gga, I still bring them plaques out, yeah
Don't judge me, b*tch, that's how I is

[Interlude]
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in uh, France right now
I’m— yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This sh*t I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed
I lost my dawg, every day this sh*t hurt
I lost my dawg, every day this sh*t hurt
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me "Work"
[Chorus]
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these b*tches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these n*ggas at all
I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these b*tches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these n*ggas at all

[Post-Chorus]
I ran that bag up, f*ck n*gga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this sh*t, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog

[Outro]
Grr